Body as Sword

In the new year, after spending some time with his parents, Leian's Destruction God Clone and Saint Realm true body returned to Wuhun Mountain together.

In the days that followed, his divine clone devoted himself to comprehending the Destruction Rule, while his Saint Realm true body projected itself into the Undead Realm and continued studying the mysteries of death.

Yuntai Platform hung high above, and the mountain wind blew bitterly.

Behind the main hall, Leian stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in black robes. He gazed into the distance, seemingly admiring the forest and sea of clouds far away, but his mind was still turning over his earlier ideas.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, something suddenly stirred in his heart, and he instinctively recalled memories from the original story.

In the era when the future protagonist Linley rose to prominence, if there was anyone in the entire material plane who had left the deepest impression on Leian, it was Qinghuo, one of the five kings of Plane Prison.

At the mention of Qinghuo, Leian could not help recalling the magnificent scene of him using absolute strength to destroy Sadista's two divine clones in a single move.

Sadista had come from Hell. By Hell's standards, he possessed the strength of a Six-Star Demon and had two divine clones of darkness and wind. Yet such a powerful expert had been instantly slain by Qinghuo in one strike.

Leian clearly remembered the description. The instant Qinghuo attacked, his entire body shattered apart before transforming into a streak of fire that lightly passed through the black wolf Sadista had transformed into.

The result was that Sadista's two divine clones perished just like that.

Transforming into fire during battle—perhaps that was the origin of Lei Lin's title, "Qinghuo."

To instantly kill a Six-Star Demon in one strike, this move of transforming into azure fire had to be an incomparably powerful ultimate technique.

At that thought, an idea involuntarily arose in Leian's mind. Could he imitate Qinghuo's ultimate move?

However, Lei Lin could transform into flames because he cultivated the Laws of Fire, while Leian cultivated the Destruction Rule. Was he supposed to transform into destruction itself?

Fire had a form, but destruction was merely a concept. How was he supposed to imitate it?

As he pondered, Leian habitually circulated Destruction Divine Power to nourish the Guixu Sword. Yet just as his palm brushed across the blade, a thought flashed through his mind.

Although the Destruction Rule had no form, since he used a sword as his weapon, could he transform himself into a sword?

The moment this thought appeared, it occupied Leian's entire mind. He instinctively considered its feasibility, and the more he thought about it, the more workable the idea seemed.

Then, unable to restrain himself, he began circulating Destruction Divine Power and attempted to deduce it.

"Buzz!"

A sharp sword aura was born from thin air, circling Leian's body as faint spatial ripples spread in every direction.

As time passed, the disorderly sword aura slowly condensed, gradually forming a towering gray greatsword. The greatsword enveloped Leian, its shape flickering in and out of view, while Leian's body also gradually became illusory.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Leian's body was becoming increasingly transparent, the greatsword suddenly shuddered. As though it had encountered some obstruction, it directly collapsed.

The instant the sword aura dispersed, Leian's body rapidly solidified. Then his entire body began trembling, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.

"Ha ha, that's it, that's it..."

Leian muttered to himself. Although his bold attempt had just suffered backlash and left him seriously injured, his eyes shone incomparably brightly, filled with intense delight.

Although the attempt had failed, Leian had already realized that his idea was absolutely feasible.

In fact, from that single simple attempt, he had gained a new insight into the Destruction Rule.

After considering it briefly, he guessed the reason. On the surface, he was transforming his body into a sword, but in truth, he was transforming himself into the Destruction Rule.

Whether the process succeeded or not, its essence was drawing closer to the Destruction Rule. The closer he came to it, the more easily he would naturally comprehend its mysteries.

With that, Leian was no longer in a hurry to perfect this ultimate move, "Body as Sword." Instead, during his deductions, he placed greater emphasis on comprehending the Destruction Rule.

From that day onward, the magnificent spectacle of the "Heavenly Sword descending into the world" appeared once more above Wuhun Mountain.

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, another thirty years passed.

In the sixty-second year of the Martial God Calendar, beginning in early summer, the "Heavenly Sword" above Wuhun Mountain no longer disappeared.

The several-hundred-zhang giant sword aura resembled a divine sword that reached the heavens, piercing straight into the clouds. Its terrifying sword intent twisted space itself, obstructing even one's vision.

Moreover, as time passed, the giant sword's color grew deeper and deeper. By this day, ten days later, its blade had become black as ink, almost tangible.

Wuhun City, outside the entrance to the imperial palace hall.

As usual, Allen stood on the steps and gazed toward Wuhun Mountain. He softly sighed, "Big Brother's strength is becoming more and more terrifying..."

The palace guards on duty around the hall also watched Wuhun Mountain just as Allen did. Their expressions were full of reverence, and their eyes burned with boundless fervor.

In their hearts, Lord Martial God was the strongest, the ruler of heaven and earth.

At the same time, at the foot of Wuhun Mountain, large numbers of believers and church personnel gathered before Wuhun Main Hall, kneeling and praying in the direction of Wuhun Mountain.

The Saint Realm elders of Elder Hall also faced Wuhun Mountain one after another, staring at the towering greatsword. At this moment, no matter how much awe and doubt filled their hearts, none dared to speak.

Pope Xilmon did not even blink. At this moment, he only felt that the giant sword contained an indescribable power, drawing his entire mind into it involuntarily.

Wuhun Mountain.

On Yuntai Platform, unseen by the masses, Leian stood at the center of the giant sword, almost too illusory to be seen. Yet the destructive sword intent emanating from him was incomparably terrifying.

At a certain moment, Leian's illusory body, reduced to little more than an outline, abruptly twisted into a longsword. Then the sword flickered and completely merged into the black giant sword.

With Leian's disappearance, the black giant sword seemed to develop an indescribable spirituality.

At that very moment, Leian truly and clearly felt that he had become a sword.

He had succeeded!

Although he no longer possessed a human body, Leian could clearly sense that the sword was entirely under his control. It was a state difficult to express.

At the same time, he sensed the sword's power. He dared say that once he controlled the sword and unleashed it, the surrounding mountains would definitely be leveled to the ground.

At that thought, his mind stirred. The giant sword suddenly rose from the ground and flew toward the southern sea.

A journey of ten thousand miles passed in an instant. After moving far away from land, Leian immediately controlled the giant sword and sent it crashing down toward the sea.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound spread across ten thousand miles in an instant. At the place where the giant sword descended, the seawater seemed to have been directly scooped away, leaving a circular hollow more than a dozen miles wide on the surface.

Within the hollow, space had completely shattered, exposing a terrifying black hole. A powerful suction force poured from it, startling Leian into rapidly retreating.

Several miles away, Leian steadied himself. Although his face was extraordinarily pale, his expression was filled with excitement.

He had finally succeeded!

"Judging from the extent of the spatial shattering, my Body as Sword move should already be invincible among lower gods."

Leian felt slightly pleased with himself. After pondering for a while, he shook his head again and thought:

This ultimate move is powerful, but it cannot be used casually. That attack alone consumed nearly half my spiritual energy. With my current soul power, I can use it at most twice, so I must use it cautiously.

Just as he was reminding himself of this, he suddenly gave a soft cry of surprise and instinctively turned toward Wuhun Mountain.

At the same time, Leian's Saint Realm true body, located within Yuntai Hall on Wuhun Mountain, had already awakened from secluded cultivation.

"Although death and destruction are different rules, they overlap to a certain extent. This has been an unexpected gain."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked overhead, saying softly:

"It's here!"